he’d been alone in the woods surrounding his family shrine, going from tree to tree without direction or destination when he saw it. if asked, chuutarou would claim he’d been practicing at the time, who would believe that?
the strange sight of a great, white tiger in the middle of the woods immediately had him halting in- in well, whatever he was doing alone in the woods, far from the shrine and any paths. he’d never seen one before; the only experience he’d had with any, were pictures in the school’s new books or in art– and none had such vibrant markings so far as he knew, in real life or in those stories.
uneasily, he shuffles closer to the tree’s trunk, eyes never leaving the animal’s form. he thinks, vaguely, that he should tell his brothers as soon as possible, but fear and curiousity leave him rooted in his spot.
@gekiigami liked for a starter!!
